Some people want stars in eyesSome people want eyes in starsThey've been like that for yearsThey've been like that for yearsI suspect they're just if if ifI just want room to live

There's a new club in townPlenty of space to posy aroundIt's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge(I'll stick around the center alwaysEven if it is run down.)Some people want to be joining the clubThinks to be on the clientele is bigI just want room to live

Foreigners and experts go inAnd through my placeTurn my home into a museumLike the murder squadThey scan the roomFor the well of inspirationThey don't tolerate ordinary folkand folk look at me strangeBut I'll give them this at least:They pay for what they eatVisitors and peripherers never giveI just want room to live

Some people think happy is way to liveSome men want to cram up to womenI've been down that street beforeIt just makes meat out of the soulThere's a D.H.S.S.S. Volvo estateRight outside my doorWith a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboardThere's no hate to the point I giveI just want room to live

Violence is just waiting for its dueSome people want money aroundYou can tell, they're the ones that never buy a roundAnd some men want reporters with no wigAnd some people cannot hold their drinkThey've got to tell you what they thinkAnd some men want reporters with no wigI just want room to live